Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~44~ Pt-1

[Warning: Intercourse, bit of blood, bruising, spanking, oral sex, choking, over-stimulation, degrading, and praise.] [This will be split into 2 parts because if it's not, it'll be nearly 5,000 words. The warnings here also includes the ones in pt2]

My whole body was on fire. Atticus's tongue moved against my core with expertise. Zachary's mouth on my breasts and Callan choking me while saying filthy things into my ears. It was all so much. And I couldn't help but want more.

"Pick a number from one to ten. Choose wisely." Callan whispered, loosening his grip against my throat. I gasped for air, the coil in my stomach getting oh so tight. I cry out when Atticus thrusts his fingers into me, groaning softly.

"You're gonna fucking break on my cock." He whispers against my core. I squeal when Zachary nips at the flesh of my breast. Everything was too much. Everything was not enough.

"Answer Callan." Zachary mumbles, running his tongue over my nipples. I pant heavily, arching my back into both of them. Holy shit. My body felt like it was on fire while being dipped in ice-cold water.

"Five." I moan. It was the safest option. Callan grins against my neck before pulling away and choking me again.

"Five orgasms? That's too little, my dear. How much do you think she'll be able to take?" He asks out loud to no one in particular. Ignoring the fact that I was still right here.

"At least 7."

"10."

"They've got high hopes for you, baby. Can you accomplish them?" Callan whispered, moving his finger to my lips, and pressing his digits against my tongue.

I moaned softly, trying to get out words but he didn't allow me to. I felt Zachary pull my nipples, making me cry out as an orgasm flushed through me. I whimpered as Atticus didn't stop licking me up. His tongue worked faster against my sensitive clit, making my body jerk and try to twist away. Callan removed his fingers, wiping them carelessly against my face.

"Please, please, please," I beg for nothing in particular, chanting the word as if it were a prayer. I felt Atticus chuckle against my folds, stuffing his fingers back into me, curling them up in a way that made me see stars. Once again, I came. Harder than the previous one. Tears strolled down my face, hiccups leaving my lips as Atticus pulled away from me, Zachary moved between my legs, lapping up my wetness.

I moan quietly, my thighs trembling as they snap against his head. My muscles were drawn so tight, my lungs straining for oxygen. Atticus kissed me roughly, making me taste myself on his tongue. I groan softly, whimpering when Zachary nips at my clit. I tried to get away from their hands, but my body had a mind of its own when it came to them.

"These pretty things deserve some accessories, don't you think?" Callan whispered, brushing his fingers over my perked nipples. I looked at him confused before my attention was moved to Atticus, his lips on mine again. His lips were so soft but his actions were so rough. Like sandpaper hidden behind silk.

Zachary brought me to another orgasm, this one felt longer than the others. It felt like I had millions of small orgasms in one. I cry softly, trying to grab onto something, anything, but my bound wrists don't allow me to. I trash against them, sniffling as Callan comes into view again. Zachary pulls away from me to watch, as does Atticus.

Callan walked over with what looked to be like a little chain. He smirked down at me, revealing the ends of the chain were nipple clamps. My eyes widen, my pout quivering. He leans down and kisses my nipple before opening the clamp and letting it bite down on the sensitive bud.

"Hurts-" I whimper, squirming to get away from him. He grins and kisses the other, replicating the same action and letting the clip bite into my other nipple. He hooked his finger around the chain, tugging softly, making me scream. The pain was so intense but it was so delicious.